by Robert Conn

Created on: April 04, 2010

The weaver was incredible, at least from what I've read
Words were spun inside her web above the piglet's head
People came from all around when the news of this was spread
Not for the spider's talent, but the words she spun instead

These messages were written so the little runt seemed big
Resting right above his head like a finely crafted wig
A filthy rat was even bribed to help out in this gig
It's no surprise, this web of lies had glorified this pig

Soon the propaganda went beyond the silky string
Embedded in the anthems which his followers would sing
Were promises to anyone who made this swine their king
That their worries would be over since he'd pay for everything

Now the pig speaks for himself, the web has disappeared
The Constitution torn to shreds while faith and morals smeared
His promised change in full effect, exactly as I feared
All because a rat and bug have made this pig revered

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